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Three tower blocks glinting in the midday sun |
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Two ice cubes melting in a glass of white rum |
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Head for the places that I've never gone |
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(I can't get through to myself) |
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(Just can't get through to myself) |
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Eight beggers choking on a slice of red pie |
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Two rivers freezing in a broken goodbye |
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No hesitation, just a kick in the eye |
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(I can't get through to myself) |
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(Just can't get through to myself) |
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And we do alot of learning everyday |
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Or so it seems but the road it keeps turning |
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And i'm right back here again |
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Blue leather jacket and a helium voice |
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(I can't get through to myself) |
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My head is reeling from too much choice |
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(I can't get through to myself) |
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I can't get through to myself |
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Just can't get through to myself... |
